It's my own anklet that makes me shy.
When I stood on the balcony, listening to his footsteps, the leaves didn't shake, and the river was still like a sword on the knee of the sleeping sentry.
This is my own heartbeat. I don't know how to make it quiet.
When my love comes, sit beside me, when my body trembles, my eyelids droop, the night deepens, the wind blows out the lights, and the clouds drag over the veil on the stars.
It's the baby on my chest that shines. I don't know how to hide it.
If you are busy filling water bottles, come on, come to my lake.
The lake will surround your feet and whisper its secrets.
There is the shadow of the coming rain cloud on the beach, and the cloud hangs on the green line of the trees, like the thick hair on your eyebrows.
I am deeply familiar with the rhythm of your footsteps, knocking in my heart.
Come on, come to my lake, if you must fill the water bottle.
If you want to do nothing, let your water bottle float on the water. Come on, come to my lake.
The grass slopes are green and there are countless wild flowers.
Your thoughts will fly out of your black eyes, just like birds fly out of their nests.
Your veil will fall to your feet.
Come on, if you want to do nothing, come to my lake.
If you want to jump into the water without swimming, come on, come to my lake.
Leave your blue silk scarf on the shore; Blue water will not pass you, nor will it drown you.
The waves will tiptoe to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear.
Come on, if you want to jump into the water, come to my lake.
If you want to die crazy, come on, come to my lake.
Cold and bottomless.
It is as dark as dreamless sleep.
In its depths, night is day and songs are silence.
Come on, if you want to die, come to my lake.
I didn't ask for anything, just standing behind a tree at the edge of the forest.
Tiredness still lingers in the eyes of dawn, crying in the air.
The lazy breath of wet grass hangs in the mist on the ground.
Under the banyan tree, you milk with your soft hands like cream.
I stood still.
I didn't say a word. It's a bird singing in the thick leaves.
Mango trees spread flowers on the village road, and bees will buzz.
The temple of Shiva near the pond opened and the worshippers began to sing.
You put the jar on your knee and milk it.
I stood there with an empty bucket.
I didn't come near you.
The sky woke up with the gong in the temple.
The dust in the street fluttered under the driven cow's hoof.
Women came from the river with bubbling water bottles on their waists.
Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the edge of the jar.
The morning light is fading away, and I am not near you.
I walked by the roadside, I don't know why, it's past noon, and bamboo branches rustle in the wind.
Oblique shadow stretched out his arm to hold streamer's foot.
Cuckoo is tired of singing.
I walked on the side of the road, I don't know why.
The low shade covered the hut by the water. Someone is busy at work, and her bracelet is playing music in a corner.
I stood in front of the hut, I don't know why.
The winding path passes through a mustard field and several layers of mango trees.
It passes through the village temple and the market in Watou.
I stopped in front of this hut, and I don't know why.
A few years ago, on a windy day in March, spring whispered wearily and mango flowers fell to the ground.
The spray jumped over the copper bottle standing on the steps of the ferry.
I think it's windy in March. I don't know why.
The shadow is deeper, and the ox returns to the pillar.
The deserted pasture was pale and the villagers waited by the river.
I walked back slowly, I don't know why.
I run in the shade like a musk deer, and I am crazy about my fragrance.
The night is in mid-May, and the breeze is the breeze in the south.
I lost my way, I wandered, I pursued what I couldn't get, and I got what I didn't pursue.
The image of my own wishes emerged from my heart and danced.
The flashing image passed by.
I tried to hold on to it, but it dodged and caused me to fly away.
I pursue what I can't get, and I get what I don't pursue.
6 hand in hand, eyes in love; This began the record of our hearts.
This is the moonlit night in March; The air smells of impatiens; My flute was thrown on the ground, and your flowers were not woven well.
The love between you and me is as simple as a song.
Your orange veil charmed my eyes.
The jasmine wreath you knitted for me made my heart tremble, as if I had been praised.
This is a game of giving and staying, hiding and showing; Some smiles, some shyness, and some sweet and useless obstacles.
The love between you and me is as simple as a song.
There is no mystery beyond the present; Don't force the impossible; There is no shadow behind charm; There is no exploration in the dark.
The love between you and me is as simple as a song.
We didn't go out of all languages into eternal silence; We didn't raise our hands to the sky except hope.
We give, we get, that's enough.
We didn't grind happiness into powder to extract the wine of pain.
The love between you and me is as simple as a song.
He comes and goes every day.
Go ahead and give him the flowers from my head, my friend.
If he asks the person who sent the flowers, I ask you not to tell him my name, because he has come and gone.
He sat on the ground under the tree,
Friend, prepare a seat for him with flowers and thick leaves.
His eyes were melancholy, which brought melancholy to my heart.
He didn't say what he thought; He just came and left.
Why did this young vagrant come to my door at dawn?
Every time I pass by him, my eyes will be attracted by his face.
I don't know whether I should talk to him or keep silent. Why did he come to me specially?
The cloudy night in July is dark; The sky in autumn is light blue, and the south wind makes spring restless.
Every time he weaves a new song with a new tune.
I put down my work and my eyes were full of fog. Why did he come to me specially?
When she hurried past me, her skirt touched me.
Suddenly, the warmth of spring came from the nameless island of a heart.
A moment's flirting swept through me and then disappeared, like a torn petal fluttering in the breeze.
It falls on my heart, like a sigh of her body and a whisper of her heart.
10 Don't hide your inner secret, my friend!
Tell me, tell me alone in secret.
You smile so gently and speak so gently that my heart will listen to you, not my ears.
The night is deep, the court is quiet and the bird's nest is shrouded in sleep.
Tell the secret in your heart from hesitant tears, hesitant smiles, sweet shyness and pain!
1 1 "I accept everything from your generous hands. I want nothing more. "
"Yes, yes, I know you, humble beggar. You are begging for everything. "
"You give me a residual flower, and I will wear it to my heart."
"What if there are thorns on the flowers?"
I just put up with it. "
"Yes, yes, I know you, humble beggar. You are begging for everything. "
"If you only look at me, you will make my life sweet to death."
"What if it's just a cruel wink?"
"I want it to pierce my heart forever."
"Yes, yes, I know you, humble beggar. You are begging for everything from a person. "
12 "Even if love only brings you sorrow, believe it and don't close your heart."
"Oh, no, my friend, your words are too obscure for me to understand."
"The heart should give people a tear and a poem. I like it."
"Oh, no, my friend, your words are too obscure for me to understand."
"Music is as fragile as dew. It died in laughter. Sorrow is intense and lasting. Let sad love wake up in your eyes. "
"Oh, no, my friend, your words are too obscure for me to understand."
"Lotus is in full bloom in Japan and China, and it has lost everything. In the eternal winter fog, it will no longer sprout. "
"Oh, no, my friend, your words are too obscure for me to understand."
13 Your questioning eyes are sad. Try to understand what I mean, just like the moon exploring the sea.
I have exposed all the beginning and end of my life to your eyes without reservation. So you don't know me.
If it is a gem, I can break it into thousands of particles and wear it around your neck as a necklace.
If it is a flower, round, small and fragrant, I can pick it from the branch and hide it in your hair.
But it's a heart, dear. Where are its sides and bottom?
You don't know the edge of this kingdom, but you are still the queen of this kingdom.
If it is a temporary pleasure, it will bloom in laughter, and you will see it immediately.
If it is pain, it will melt into crystal tears, and it goes without saying that it reflects its deepest secret.
But this is love, my love.
Its joys and pains are endless, and its needs and wealth are endless.
It is as close to you as your life, but you can never fully understand it.
14 tell me, I like it! Tell me what you are singing in words.
The night is dark, the stars disappear in the clouds, and the wind sighs among the leaves.
I will let my hair spread out and my blue cloak will wrap me like night.
I will put my head close to my chest and whisper in your heart in sweet loneliness. I will close my eyes and listen. I will not look at your face.
When you have finished, we will sit quietly. Only the bushes whispered in the dark.
The night will turn white. The sky will break dawn. We will look each other in the eye and go our separate ways.
Talk to me, I love it! Tell me what you are singing in words.
15 You are a night cloud floating in the sky in my dream.
I will always describe you with my desire for love.
You are my, my, the dweller of my endless dreams!
Your feet are flushed with the hot light I long for, my collector of sunset songs!
My wine of pain makes your lips bitter and sweet.
You are mine, mine, the dweller in my lonely dream!
I dyed your eyes with warm shadows; I stare at the deep soul!
I caught you and wrapped you in my music, my love.
You are mine, mine, my dream lover forever!
My heart, the wild bird, found the sky in your eyes.
They are the cradle of clear dawn, and they are the kingdom of stars.
My poems disappeared into their depths.
Let me fly high in this sky and soar in the silent infinite space.
Let me break through its clouds and spread my wings in its sunshine.
Tell me if all this is true. My love, tell me if this is true.
When these eyes flashed by, the thick clouds in your chest gave a stormy answer.
Is my lips really as sweet as the bud of awakened first love?
Does the memory of losing May still haunt my limbs?
The earth is like a piano. Does it really vibrate into poetry because of the touch of my feet?
So when I came, did the dew really fall from the eyes of the night, and was the morning light really happy because it surrounded my body?
Is it true?/You don't say. Is it true?/You don't say. Did your love travel many times and many worlds to find me?
When you finally found me, did your eternal longing find complete peace in my gentle words, in my eyes, in my lips and in my fluttering hair?
Is that infinite mystery really written on my little forehead?
Tell me, my love, if all this is true.
I love you, my love. Please forgive my love.
Like a lost bird, I was caught.
When my heart trembled, it lost its veil and became * * *. Cover it up with pity. Dear, please forgive my love.
If you can't love me, lover, please forgive my pain.
Don't squint at me from a distance.
I'll sneak back to my corner and sit in the dark.
I will cover my shame with my hands.
Go back, my love, please forgive my pain.
If you love me, lover, please forgive my happiness.
When my heart is swept away by the torrent of happiness, don't laugh at my surging retreat.
When I sit on the throne and rule you with my tyrannical love, when I show you kindness like a goddess, forgive my pride, my lover and my joy.
19 Don't leave without saying goodbye, I like it.
After shopping all night, I look sleepy now.
I am afraid I lost you in my sleep.
Don't leave without saying goodbye. I like it.
I started up and reached out to touch you. I asked myself:
"Is this a dream? '
I wish I could tie your feet with my heart and hold them tightly to my chest!
Don't leave without saying goodbye. I like it.
I'm afraid I'll recognize you too easily and you'll play a trick on me.
You blinded my eyes with laughter and covered your tears.
I know, I know your brilliant plan,
You never say what you want to say.
I'm afraid I don't cherish you. You try your best to avoid me.
I'm afraid I'll mix you with everyone and you'll be alone.
I know, I know your brilliant plan,
You will never go the way you want to go.
You ask more questions than others, so you are silent.
You laughed by accident and avoided my present.
I know, I know your brilliant plan,
You never accept what you want to accept.
2 1 He whispered, "I love you. Raise your eyes. '
I gave him a good scolding and said, "Go! But he didn't move.
He stood in front of me and took my hand. I said, "Leave me alone! But he didn't leave.
He put his face close to my ear. I stared at him and said, "Shame on you! But he didn't move.
His lips touched my cheek. I trembled and said, "How dare you! But he is not afraid of ugliness.
He stuck a flower in my hair. I said, "It's no use! But he stood still.
He took off the wreath around my neck and walked away. I cried and asked my heart, "Why didn't he come back?" '
"Beauty, would you like to hang a wreath of yours around my neck? '
"But you know, the wreath I made is for everyone, for those who happen to catch a glimpse, for those who live in undeveloped land, and for those who live in the poet's songs.
It's too late to ask for my heart as a gift.
There was a time when my life was like a bud, and all its fragrance was stored in the flower heart.
Now it has spread far and wide.
Who knows what spell can be collected and closed?
My heart doesn't allow me to give it to only one person, but to many people. '
I like that one day, your poet threw a great epic into his heart.
Oh, I was careless. It hit your jingling anklet and caused sadness.
It broke into pieces of poetry and scattered at your feet.
All the things I carried in the ancient war were shocked by the waves of laughter and sunk by tears.
You must turn this loss into my gain, and I like it.
If all my hopes of being immortal after my death are dashed, let me be immortal before my death.
I won't feel sorry for this loss, and I won't blame you.
I tried to weave a wreath all morning, but the flowers slipped away.
You sat there and looked at me secretly out of the corner of your eye.
Ask these naughty black eyes whose fault it is.
I want to sing a song, but I can't.
A snigger quivers on your lips; You ask it why I failed.
Let your smiling lips swear how my song disappeared in silence, like a bee intoxicated in the lotus.
It's night. The petals should be closed.
Allow me to sit next to you and allow my lips to do the work that can be done in silence and in the twilight of the stars.
When I came to say goodbye to you, there was a suspicious smile in your eyes.
I've done this too many times. You think I'll be back soon.
To tell the truth, I have the same doubts in my heart.
Because spring comes back every year; Farewell to the full moon and visit again. Flowers come back every year, blushing on the branches, and they are very fat. I say goodbye to you just to get back to you.
But keep this illusion for a while and don't drive it away coldly and rudely.
When I say that I will leave you forever, accept it as a fact and let the mist of tears temporarily deepen the shadow around your eyes.
When I come again, you can laugh as much as you want.
I want to say my deepest words to you, but I dare not, for fear that you will laugh.
So I laughed at myself and broke my secret in a joke.
I spoke out my pain easily, because I was afraid you would do it.
I want to tell you the truest thing I want to say, but I dare not, for fear that you won't believe me.
So I pretended to say the opposite of what I really meant.
I made my pain ridiculous because I was afraid you would do it.
I want to use precious nouns to describe you, but I dare not. I'm afraid I can't get a fair reward.
So I gave you a harsh name and boasted about my hard bones.
I hurt you because I was afraid that you would never know my pain.
I long to sit quietly beside you, but I dare not, for fear that my heart will jump on my lips.
So it's easy for me to talk about things and hide my heart behind words.
I treated my pain rudely because I was afraid you would do it.
I am eager to walk away from you, I dare not, for fear that you will see my cowardice.
So I held my head high and casually walked up to you.
The stimulation of your eyes keeps my pain fresh forever.
No, my friend, I will never become an ascetic, no matter what you say.
If she doesn't join me, I will never become an ascetic.
This is my firm determination. If I can't find a shady place to live and a penitent partner, I will never become an ascetic.
No, my friend, I will never leave my fire and home and hide in the depths of the forest.
If there is no echo of laughter in the shade; If there is no golden dress fluttering in the wind;
If its tranquility is not deepened by gentle whispers.
I will never become an ascetic.
For those guests who insist on leaving, ask God to help them walk quickly and sweep away their footprints.
Hold a comfortable, simple and intimate smile in your arms.
Today is the Phantom Festival, and they don't know when they will die.
Let your laughter be just meaningless happiness, like a flash on the waves.
Let your life dance gently on the edge of time, like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Play an uncertain temporary tone on your strings.
You left me. You left by yourself.
I think I will feel sorry for you. I will use Jin Shi to cast your lonely image and support it in my heart.
However, how bad my luck is and how short my time is.
Youth is getting weaker every year; Spring is temporary; Weak flowers wither meaningless, and the wise warned me that life is just a dewdrop on the lotus leaf.
Can I ignore all this and just stare at the man with his back to me?
This will be useless and stupid, because time is too short.
Then, come, my footsteps on rainy nights; Smile, my golden autumn; Come on, carefree April, throw away your kiss.
There you are, and you, and you!
My love, you know we are all mortal. Is it wise to break your heart for a man who has regained his heart? Because time is pressing.
How sweet it is to sit in the corner and meditate and write down you in My World rhythmically.
It is a hero to hold on to his sadness and get comfort from others.
But a new face, outside my door, looked up at my eyes.
I can only dry my tears and change the tone of the song.
Because time is pressing.
If you want to do this, I won't sing.
If it makes your heart tremble, I will take my eyes off your face.
If you jump up suddenly when you walk, I will avoid taking another road.
If you disturb you while knitting garlands, I will avoid your lonely garden.
If I caused a sensation, I wouldn't row a boat by your river.